Author ///Mystery, Horror, Paranormal
Barbara Watkins
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| *Out of Darkness* Haunting images surround me arms stretched out calling me to come In a whisper they tell me come don't be afraid we will take you in Surrounded in darkness I enter their world of uncertainty Laying on a blanket of torment being taunted by my own fears Entangled in a mass of horror and confusion my body trembles Legs strapped down by ropes of inescapable doom My mind clouded with hysteria grisly images emerge They cry out to me with blood curdling screams Deeper and deeper I fall into this evil web of deception For what was once mine is now theirs I am no more My heart racing gasping for air I keep fighting to break free To break free from this reign of evil that wants to devour my soul Finally, a sense of relief comes over my body a feeling of weightlessness No longer do I see their arms stretching out to me their screams beckoning me to come are now silent My soul now surrounded by a soft glow of light In a weak voice I whisper can I come can I come Terror and torment has been replaced with forgiveness and love I enter freely for this time my heart and soul comes willingly I gasp for air no more the reign of evil has been broken by Barbara Watkins *Come all Gods children come* Come all God's children gather close for the time is near, Lay down your heavy swords embrace your enemy, Soar together united as one and there will be no need for fear. Come all God's children, come. Feed your weak and hungry heed their cry do not turn away, The chapel bells are ringing with each chime getting louder, A hasten reminder we must open our eyes in the dark of night, if to see by the light of day. Snuff out the roaring fire and smoke that fills the night sky, Deafen the raging cannons that echo over God's land, For thrusting out prejudice and hatred your soul will never die, So too you will embrace the present and future and in the process save mankind. Come all God's children come. by Barbara Watkins *Running Away* Be it deep in the night or by sunlight of day, My lost soul weighs heavy against my heart, I look down the path to where I must journey, A never ending circle lost with no beginning. Desperate to break free my spirit soars high, Only to be beaten down from its inner demons, To stay in this doom would surely mean death, I must hasten to free my fears before the last hours. by Barbara Watkins *Many Year's Have Passed Since Long Ago* MANY YEAR'S HAVE PASSED SINCE LONG AGO AS CHILDREN WE PLAYED IN THE RAIN IN WINTER WE PRAYED FOR SNOW I WOULD PLAY WITH MY BARBIE DOLLS PLAY DRESS UP IN MAMA'S CLOTHES WHILE YOU PLAYED COWBOY AND INDIAN'S AND PRETENDED TO BE GI JOE MANY YEAR'S HAVE PASSED SINCE LONG AGO TIME MOVED ON AND I PUT UP MY BARBIE DOLLS STOPPED PLAYING DRESS UP IN MAMA'S CLOTHES YOU PACKED UP YOUR COWBOY AND INDIAN'S GAVE AWAY YOUR GI JOE MANY YEAR'S HAVE PASSED BY SINCE LONG AGO GONE WERE THE DAY'S OF CLIMBING UP IN MAMA'S LAP CHASING THE ICE-CREAM TRUCK NIGHT LIGHTS AND TRAINING WHEELS WERE NOW A THING OF THE PAST DAY-BY-DAY OUR CHILDHOOD WAS SLIPPING AWAY A NEW CHAPTER IN OUR LIVES WAS ABOUT TO UNFOLD MANY YEAR'S HAVE PASSED BY SINCE LONG AGO CHILDHOOD MEMORIES OF I AND MY BROTHER ARE STILL CLEAR AS I GET OLDER THEY BECOME EVEN MORE PRECIOUS AND DEAR WITH GRANDCHILDREN OF OUR OWN WE OFTEN REVISIT OUR PAST EVERY-TIME THEY GIVE US HUGS AND KISSES AND CLIMB UP IN OUR LAP EVERY-TIME THEY PLAY IN THE RAIN OR PRAY FOR SNOW WHEN THEY ASK FOR A NIGHT LIGHT AND BEG FOR A GI JOE WITH EVERY BIRTHDAY WE ARE GIVEN A GIFT ANOTHER BLESSED DAY GIVEN TO REVISIT THE PAST FOR THE PAST COULD BE YEAR'S AGO OR A MOMENT IN TIME REFLECTIONS OF OUR MIRROR IMAGE FADING INTO THE SHADOWS GOD WILLING MANY YEAR'S FROM NOW WE WILL STILL BE REMINISCING ABOUT YEAR'S PASSED LONG AGO by Barbara Watkins |
| Copyright 2007 Barbara Watkins |
| Copyright 2007 Barbara Watkins |
| Copyright 2007 Barbara Watkins |
| Copyright 2007 Barbara Watkins |
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| Copyright 2008 Barbara Watkins |